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the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (check)
My is low (check)
My Rocawear is fittin'

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they I killed a man
Well I guess I got the back
the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the of my crew
The whole can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas can't hurt me
Better and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set fire to your
I blow in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

now
All I need in this o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little two-two I 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga sue
In time and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
And be on my way

The cream too long, my too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday gunplay's
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the lookin' at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit'
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
new coupe (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
And be on my way, listen